Oranje
Dream catcher
Candle
Cotton bra
Smile
Embrace
Mobile Phone
Sea
Love
Change
New perspective
Happiness
Lost
Love.

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Estando Ausente...
Não sei dizer o que ausência significa.
Sei que pode ser morte
que pode ser esperança
viagem constante onde apenas se alcança
o lugar vazio da pessoa
ou a pessoa
mas isenta do seu ser.

Paz Fontela

Considero sair de vez,
tenho sentido as ondas deste mar
nas minhas pernas
e em paixao impossivel
a vida tarda a chegar
a vida tarda a chegar
mas vai chegando
reavivando a intensidade com que te desejo!

Afastamento necessario em M
next round coming soon
novo sentido
novo dia,
o vento que sopra na face agora seca
reanima um olhar
aos detalhes esquecidos,
a vida e os seus pequenos nadas
que nos pertencem
absolutamente.

Dura
e bela
grenadina;
demasiadas perguntas para curto tempo
activar
motivar
enviar o riso em poemas
poemar
criar a proxima paragem,
sabendo do movimento constante das ondas
as minhas

Adormecer em cristal de dor
um redondo e estranho torpor
distante tão longínquo e tantas vezes incomensurávelmente triste,
voila
a morte anunciada
a morte recusada
porque a recusa é vida

deparamos de repente com um passar mais que tumultuoso dos dias
os dias em rapidez enorme
vagalhões que escarificam a vida
que se olvida
que se encolhe em modorra e tristeza
como reagir
como sorrir
sem ti?

Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out the window, golden hair...

Golden Hair
Syd Barrett
(lyrics from James Joyce's "Chamber Music")

Amigo é coisa pra se guardar
Debaixo de 7 chaves,
Dentro do coração,
assim falava a canção que na América ouvi,
mas quem cantava chorou ao ver o seu amigo partir,
mas quem ficou, no pensamento voou,
com seu canto que o outro lembrou
E quem voou no pensamento ficou,
com a lembrança que o outro cantou.
Amigo é coisa para se guardar
No lado esquerdo do peito,
mesmo que o tempo e a distância, digam não,
mesmo esquecendo a canção.
O que importa é ouvir a voz que vem do coração.
Pois, seja o que vier,
venha o que vier
Qualquer dia amigo eu volto a te encontrar
Qualquer dia amigo, a gente vai se encontrar.

Milton Nascimento - Canção Da América

Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart

Searching high and low for you
Trying to track you down
Certain individuals
Have finally come around

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car

Warren Zevon
"Searching for A heart"

Because of you, M
because its you, setting my life on fire!...
... coming from nowhere.

Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.

It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not –
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the
tumbled pine needles she toiled.
And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.
And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength
is she not wonderful and wise?
And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything
until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand,
I have flown from the other window of myself
to become white heron, blue whale,
red fox, hedgehog.
Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched
among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.


Reckless Poem
Mary Oliver

do outro lado
caminhando em simples riot
ela a medusa mestra da musica e dança
espalha a dor e sofrimento
por entre os actores,
em riso

e onde a outra
a minha preferida?!...

A

Perfeita a quebra do silêncio
vinda do outro lado

darling, como tu me chamas,
essa palavra otherwise por mim considerada uma bêtise,
arranhou-me o estomago
já de si revoltado

e mais que arranhão
tolheu-o

porque te gosto fundo
...ninfa.

I'm alive!
Coming from more than three days of what I can call mild malaria.
The nurse was fantastic, just said to me, "it will be like this for the next 6 months, you'll have a very bad first day and when you are just feeling fine, you come back, and everything will start again!"

What a Cheer Up! ( I know that will not be like she says)

(But) let's be positive. My working days of 14-18 hours are numbered. Yuppie!
Only my most urgent projects will have an attention! The others and many of routine tasks will gain new hands and legs to move far from me! Yuuuppiiii!
Travel? I think I can go as far as Scotland, but isn’t Glasgow a fantastic place to go?

Sakamoto Kyu to sheer up his fellow Japanese people after the Second world war came up with one of the most appealing and beautiful songs I ever heard:
“Sukiyaki (Ue wo muite arukou):
I look up when I walk
Ueo muite aruko
I look up when I walk
Namida ga koborenai yoni
So the tears won’t fall
Omaidasu Harunohi
Remembering those happy spring days
Hitoribochi no yoru
But tonight I’m all alone

Ueo muite aruko
I look up when I walk
Nijinda hoshio kazoete
Counting the stars with tearful eyes
....................................”
Japanese people still sing this song with closed lips to look for and find out new happiness

But better song than this one to sheer me up is difficult!

And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets
so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning.

And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel
with the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening.

And all the friends that you once knew are left behind they kept you safe
and so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime.

What will happen
In the morning
When the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window
in the morning.

Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair.
And now that the family
Is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade
Start over again.

Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear.
Now that you're lifting
Your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor
And never look round.

Let's sing a song
For Hazey Jane
She's back again in my mind.
If songs were lines
In a conversation
The situation would be fine.
Hazey Jane II
Nick Drake
Bryter layter (1970)

Dear friends!

The day I've been waiting for has finally arrived. During the next 6 months I will be undergoing a treatment for a potential deadly health condition. The funny part of the story is that I will probably get sicker than I am now!

It is all a question mark. And I’m smiling of expectation!
Can I continue and feel like posting, can I continue to teach and travel around?
Can I continue to inspire or do I need someone to inspire me?

For the few of you following my path, a smile and keep in touch!
You know where my physical base is; to the others the virtual friends, see you around!

I leave you with a comment to a comment of mine (stolen from her inspirational blog)

"I'm smiling too!
Don't we learn most from our fallacies? And I wonder why we crave to make sense of life when it is full of Non Sequiturs.
Gratias!"

Tom Schamp
Night Boy
Illustration for children's book "Le livre des peut-être"

Automatica escrita II
metodo
Same method as in 03/05. Unicos cambiantes: echarpe laranja, barrete verde e castanho fabricado em Casablanca; um sorriso na face e dois meios sorrisos no coracao. Alone.
Belissimos cogumelos gratinados com legumes variados, o mesmo cha e o fantastico cafe machiato.
Escrita ao mesmo tempo, lapiseira Parker e good note book.
Results sem acentos
Esta escrevinhura comeca de uma forma diferente: em processo de reencontro com Hell.
A diferenca reside na expressao irada dos dias; estes dias que passam numa vagarosa dicotomia.
Rapidos constantes; sem descanso na rotina sem rotinas; multicoloridas expressoes dissolvidas num azul que se confunde contigo.
Parece que tudo o que amo se distingue da paisagem pela sua cor penetrantemente azul.
Ainda antes da degradacao do poema, ainda antes de te ter.
Midway, quase finalle; teremos que esvaziar os baldes azuis que de agua barrenta se enchem convulsivamente;
"conheces o sem-fim, aquele posicional boneco que se imiscui sempre que estamos sos?"
As respostas nao chegam assim como todos desejamos; temos tantas vezes de lutar por elas; para nao dizer sempre!.
metodo:continuacao
Caminho de regresso, sem som, calado; 45 minutes em dark, walking fast but relaxed.
finale
imediata copia em disco duro, indexacao temporal e espacial; dissecacao e interpretacao a luz da releitura dos dias.

"I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for but never received.

I saw all that could have been but never will be."

Desfocada
vibrando dentro de mim
apenas
inside me
vibrating
et je sais pas
si ton coeur
vibre aussi...

opensource

Falemos então de amor
Como coisa permitida
A transformação de um sistema de códigos
Em
Alegoria,

O nosso amor
é brincadeira proibida,
Um jogar ao gato e ao rato
Com o riso
E o sorriso,
A provocação sistemática do embaraçamento
Como ultrapassagem
Do banal
O esconder
E o mostrar
O delírio
Das feromonas

"bonita bonito"

Sweet boy
El don Guillermo: illustration

...en amazone



"L'amour est enfant de bohème qui n'a jamais connu de loi !!!"






DAME UN BESO
from BD/ Comics FERRAILLE n° 27

El don Guillermo both illustrations

my countryside could be like this one, no?

The Hlebine Jadwiga
Generalic, Josip (1936)
Born in Hlebine, Croatia

Assilina
respondeu-me que não,
jamais poderiamos ser amantes
mesmo que por uma noite
"I knew that", retorqui com enorme sorriso
e então da bagunça das memórias frescas
li-lhe este poema:

Espaço sem portas, sem estradas, o do amor.

O primeiro desejo dos amantes

é serem velhos amantes.

E começarem assim

o amor pelo fim.

O DO AMOR
Tutta
Regina Guimarães